"Why don’t you show me your room? We could have a real nice time up there, you know."
"Not a chance, Sean. What if I told you that I wanted to wait until I was married to have sex? What would you say then?"
"That you slept with your last boyfriend, so that doesn’t even make sense!"
"Ah, but you aren’t my boyfriend. You still have yet to formally ask me out. Did you forget that little part of the equation?"
"Sorry that I’m not following some archaic set of courtship rules! This is the 20th century!"
"It’s the 21st. I waited years to have sex with my last boyfriend, he asked me out, he loved me, he asked me to live with him. he was a gentleman! That’s why we slept together. You’re just some jack ass that wants in my pants."
"Go back to him then! If he will take a bitch like you back, that is."
"Get out of this house, Sean. Get out!"
"Fine. See you never. Don’t even think about coming back to my practice on Monday. You’re fired, Dr. Grimes."